Hey hope you are well. I am living in Miami and I'm 27 years old. I like to swim and karaoke a lot... what are your hobbies and interests? I'm a swim instructor but my business is down right now. I am looking forward to getting some gig leads and do some lessons soon. I hope you have a productive week friend! sincerely E
"You equally inspired me to invest in developing my own vocal skill set, at 13 years old, I saw you as an amazing vocalist, and one of the best from our hood, and although I don't know your name, I intentionally evaded knowing you because I didn't want for you to experience the stigma I was experiencing at the time. But I saw you, and I hope that your true genius is honored and respected."
I love all of you, and there is nothing you can do to stop my love. There is a New Generation Rising from the streets of L.A, Compton and Watts and I hope that I have said something in this letter to encourage all of you to encourage our innercity youth to view the Macedonia family, and Church as the home of all of God's children, in real time.
Your Son, Floyd Smith #K-72700 (a.k.a.) Floyd Stewart
He said: "Well pretend that Sister Sylvia is in the audience and sing to her, let her SEE what she has taught you, you have a gift son, now get out there and give that gift to Sister Sylvia."
You see the black church not only lost little black boys to street gangs and drugs, prisons, and murder, but you can't claim to lose something that you've pushed away, and on behalf of all the young LGBTQ kids of my generation, I say to you, wow, I'm not a lost soul, I'm an abandoned soul.
You taught my own mother to hate what I am to the point where she and her Rev. Husband kicked me out of the home and into the system, the streets and into a community that loves to march on unity, yet lives divided, and to me, that makes all of you fake ass Christians! In those moments, it was you that rejected me. So you can't be surprised that some little black boys don't like the black church, in fact the black church was the first place that I was touched by another male inappropriately, and outwardly teased and shamed for being a sissy.
The irony for me was that our church Macedonia Baptist Church is located Smackdabb in the middle of some of the most dangerous, violent, killing environments in the United States, and most of the violence is caused by children, or family members of church goers.
To pastor Floyd Massey II, I was also one of those children that your father told children's stories to every Sunday service, and perhaps you still follow that tradition, I ask you to ask yourself to look into those little faces and convince each of them that the God of your Father loves them, and cares about them, and that He knows what's going on at school, at home and on the streets, and loves them for who they are, and will Become. That's what I needed to know from the black church when I was there.
And if Sister Sylvia's family is still in Your Church, please tell them that I said that Sister Sylvia, for most of my childhood, was the only true voice of a real angel that made this one little black boy from the hood believe that I was worthy of carrying a valuable note, in song, "Through It All".
I've learned a lot since then, but to this day, I still have no idea what a sissy is and please, stop teaching children to be what you want them to be; that's a job for the Holy Spirit.
"Go Ye therefore into all the world and preach the Good News"
All the world means to me that everybody should know about the Good News of God's mercy, if we can just start there, perhaps little black boys would engage this value.
I want to end this letter by saying to the young brother that sang the great classics like Ave Maria on occasion, at Macedonia Baptist Church in the late 1970's,
One day, my Mom heard me beating on a bucket in the back yard, and singing "Through it all" (Sylvia mode), and she went nuts, Rev. Stewart told her that "Baby, now Baby, theres that boy in the church that sings "Ave Maria" and he's not a sissy, oh, yeah, he might be one, but let me talk to him first", "God don't like no sissies".
So, Rev. Stewart ask me, "Yo Mama thinks you're a sissy, so do you like girls or boys?"
I told Rev. Stewart that "I liked the song Through it all better than I liked girls or boys, and I liked boys better than I liked girls, but all of the boys are in gangs and, whats a sissy?"
Rev. Stewart said: "A sissy boy is an abomination of God".
And in my mind, it dawned on me that, whatever an abomination was, it was not good, and God didn't like it, and God doesn't like me.
Rev. Stewart told my mother what I said, and she beat me with an electrical extension cord, and kicked me out of the house. So, there I am, naked, bleeding, and crying at 13 years old, sitting on the steps of 1707 E.122nd Street right behind Martin Luther King Hospital, or (Killa King), it's the light green house.
An old lady who lived directly across the street from us, walked a blanket out to me, wrapped me in it, and walked me into her home, she called the police, and made me some hot chocolate. She asked me what was going on, and I told her that my mama and Rev. Stewart told me that God don't like sissies, and I hated that church. (She was my Angel).
So, I never set foot into that house again, never went back to Macedonia Baptist Church, and although I didn't know what a sissy was, I had always known what I was, Myself.
Rev. Stewart was one of the greatest black men I've ever known, I loved him dearly, and admired him for everything he did for us, yet, I spent my entire life looking for myself in the black church, the black community, and what I've found was us hiding from each other, shaming each other and pretending to not exist. there, but not really there.
The Black Church Choir, what would you sound like without me? Would Sister Sylvia even know that she made God real to a 13 year old LGBTQ boy that could never find her when church service was over?
I was afraid to find her because I thought she would look down on me if she saw me as a lil sissy, so I found myself hiding from love. The Choir Director at Willowbrook Jr. High School named Mr. Camble, who made me believe in myself, to step out in front of my sister's entire graduation class and help sing lead vocals to the song "Be Grateful" by asking me: "Who is your favorite singer"?
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What a beautiful drawing! Keep writing, friend!
EP
I hope you remain safe and well, and keep writing and researching!
EP
sincerely
E
I love all of you, and there is nothing you can do to stop my love. There is a New Generation Rising from the streets of L.A, Compton and Watts and I hope that I have said something in this letter to encourage all of you to encourage our innercity youth to view the Macedonia family, and Church as the home of all of God's children, in real time.
Your Son, Floyd Smith #K-72700
(a.k.a.) Floyd Stewart
"Well pretend that Sister Sylvia is in the audience and sing to her, let her SEE what she has taught you, you have a gift son, now get out there and give that gift to Sister Sylvia."
You see the black church not only lost little black boys to street gangs and drugs, prisons, and murder, but you can't claim to lose something that you've pushed away, and on behalf of all the young LGBTQ kids of my generation, I say to you, wow, I'm not a lost soul, I'm an abandoned soul.
You taught my own mother to hate what I am to the point where she and her Rev. Husband kicked me out of the home and into the system, the streets and into a community that loves to march on unity, yet lives divided, and to me, that makes all of you fake ass Christians! In those moments, it was you that rejected me.
So you can't be surprised that some little black boys don't like the black church, in fact the black church was the first place that I was touched by another male inappropriately, and outwardly teased and shamed for being a sissy.
The irony for me was that our church Macedonia Baptist Church is located Smackdabb in the middle of some of the most dangerous, violent, killing environments in the United States, and most of the violence is caused by children, or family members of church goers.
To pastor Floyd Massey II, I was also one of those children that your father told children's stories to every Sunday service, and perhaps you still follow that tradition, I ask you to ask yourself to look into those little faces and convince each of them that the God of your Father loves them, and cares about them, and that He knows what's going on at school, at home and on the streets, and loves them for who they are, and will Become. That's what I needed to know from the black church when I was there.
And if Sister Sylvia's family is still in Your Church, please tell them that I said that Sister Sylvia, for most of my childhood, was the only true voice of a real angel that made this one little black boy from the hood believe that I was worthy of carrying a valuable note, in song, "Through It All".
I've learned a lot since then, but to this day, I still have no idea what a sissy is and please, stop teaching children to be what you want them to be; that's a job for the Holy Spirit.
"Go Ye therefore into all the world and preach the Good News"
All the world means to me that everybody should know about the Good News of God's mercy, if we can just start there, perhaps little black boys would engage this value.
I want to end this letter by saying to the young brother that sang the great classics like Ave Maria on occasion, at Macedonia Baptist Church in the late 1970's,
"Through it all" (Sylvia mode), and she went nuts, Rev. Stewart told her that
"Baby, now Baby, theres that boy in the church that sings "Ave Maria" and
he's not a sissy, oh, yeah, he might be one, but let me talk to him first",
"God don't like no sissies".
So, Rev. Stewart ask me,
"Yo Mama thinks you're a sissy, so do you like girls or boys?"
I told Rev. Stewart that "I liked the song Through it all better than I liked
girls or boys, and I liked boys better than I liked girls, but all of the boys are
in gangs and, whats a sissy?"
Rev. Stewart said: "A sissy boy is an abomination of God".
And in my mind, it dawned on me that, whatever an abomination was, it was not good,
and God didn't like it, and God doesn't like me.
Rev. Stewart told my mother what I said, and she beat me with an electrical extension
cord, and kicked me out of the house. So, there I am, naked, bleeding, and crying at
13 years old, sitting on the steps of 1707 E.122nd Street right behind Martin Luther King
Hospital, or (Killa King), it's the light green house.
An old lady who lived directly across the street from us, walked a blanket out to me,
wrapped me in it, and walked me into her home, she called the police, and made me some
hot chocolate. She asked me what was going on, and I told her that my mama and Rev. Stewart
told me that God don't like sissies, and I hated that church. (She was my Angel).
So, I never set foot into that house again, never went back to Macedonia Baptist Church,
and although I didn't know what a sissy was, I had always known what I was, Myself.
Rev. Stewart was one of the greatest black men I've ever known, I loved him dearly, and
admired him for everything he did for us, yet, I spent my entire life looking for myself
in the black church, the black community, and what I've found was us hiding from each other,
shaming each other and pretending to not exist. there, but not really there.
The Black Church Choir, what would you sound like without me? Would Sister Sylvia even know
that she made God real to a 13 year old LGBTQ boy that could never find her when church service
was over?
I was afraid to find her because I thought she would look down on me if she saw me as a lil sissy, so I found myself hiding from love.
The Choir Director at Willowbrook Jr. High School named Mr. Camble, who made me believe in myself, to step out in front of my sister's entire graduation class and help sing lead vocals to the song "Be Grateful" by asking me:
"Who is your favorite singer"?
I said "Sister Sylvia," "Sylvia, from my church."